The Marshals Are Dead

Lyrics
[Intro] One, two, three, four [Verse 1: Kele Okereke] Attention! Unbelievers Fashion victims, opportunists Blood sport, cop killer Don't trust art, don't trust culture [Chorus: Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke] Cancel your thoughts out forever Milk it and strain it to residue (Forever!) An insult that dilates forever Forever! Passing from history that's made from arrangements Of cordons and Tannoys in symmetry (Forever!) That cancels forever Forever! [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Kele Okereke] A curse on your houses Rivers run with your sons' blood No case for extenuation All the marshals are dead, dead, dead, dead [Chorus: Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke] Cancel your thoughts out forever Milk it and strain it to residue (Forever!) An insult that dilates forever Forever! Passing from history that's made from arrangements Of cordons and Tannoys in symmetry (Forever!) That cancels forever Oh, forever! [Bridge: Gordon Moakes] Spring breaks In ranks and in boulevards A country that makes us But cannot contain us [Instrumental Outro]
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Credits
- Writers
- Gordon Moakes
- Kele Okereke